Reflections on September

September races onto the scene like a bright red mini cooper doing 80 down a country road. We know it’s coming, we hear the whine of its engine long before we actually see it, and then BLAM, it flies into our lives with a sense of urgency that has us …

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Reflections on August: Go Big or Go Home

There is something undeniably “in your face” about August. Let’s face it – it’s a bit of a bully. As the last official month of summer, it’s the biggest kid on the playground prodding its pudgy little finger in our chests, saying, “Oh yeah, whataya gonna do about it?” We …

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Mastering Slow

You know the fable about the tortoise and the hare? I’ve always secretly rooted for the hare. I know the turtle is wiser, more patient and certainly strategic, but the hare just seems like she has more fun. That bushy tail? The sassy attitude, the outward confidence, the witty banter? …

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Perspectives on March

March is the shape-shifting maverick of the lot, taking us to the brink of despair before rumpling our hair like a big sister saying, “Don’t be silly, I was just kidding…” It does little to reassure us, this pat on the head. We’re onto March’s Jekyll and Hyde ways and …

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An Experiment

Sometimes the answers we seek can be found right outside the window.

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Border Collies Get It

So I have this new theory about Balance – or lack thereof. It’s helped me to ditch the unrealistic expectations and see things for what they are: constantly in motion and always changing. My sister used to have this border collie named Bobo. She was a rock star. She had …

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Creating Stuck

Have you ever had one of those days – or weeks or months – where you have a pile of work to do and yet you just stare off into space, stall and allow yourself to be distracted? Yeah, me too. More often than I care to admit, actually. My …

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Dirty Harry

August plays a mean game of chicken. With September barreling toward us like a runaway freight train, August holds its ground like Dirty Harry in a desert town. “This town’s not big enough for both of us”, August sneers, its eyes squinting at the hot sun as a tumbleweed rolls …

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July: The Lazy River

Like a bright red juicy strawberry, July is dripping with sweetness and a sense of indulgence. With the fruits and vegetables swollen and nearly dropping off the vine by themselves, we kick back and give in to the seductive “don’t lift a finger” mentality that is July. It’s the siesta …

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Cannonball

Like a good piece of fat wood thrown on a fire or the exuberant face of a child’s first cannonball, June arrives with a POW and makes itself known in a hurry. June is a bit like being shot out of a cannon – it’s all dark and muffled at …